Angering Xiamu Qingyan

Hearing those words, Yun Bixue looked at Xiamu Qingyan's expression. An indifferent smile appeared on her lips, and she answered coolly, "I thought you're just a pretty face, but it seems like you've revealed your true self. Why aren't you pretending anymore?"

Xiamu Qingyan shuddered. What had gotten into her? Why did she say those words after this woman incited her?

No, that wasn't her true self. She was gentle and pure. She wouldn't raise her voice.

Xiamu Qingyan's complexion turned pale. Biting her lips, she looked dazed, as though she was going to pass out soon.

Yun Bixue didn't pity her at all. Xiamu Qingyan was a classic example of a pretentious pretty face, and by the way she's acting now, she did a good job so far. Her looks and figure were indeed superior.

However, Yun Bixue knew that this kind of people would lose their minds once agitated. That was the only way to reveal their true selves in front of men.